Médine – Ratata

Médine – Ratata Lyrics

Artist: Médine
Song: Ratata

Quand j’serai grand, j’veux être dresseur de cirque
Faire asseoir les lions et lever le public
Quand je serai grand, j’voudrais être Omar Sy
Pour que la police, avec moi, fasse des selfies

Pour l’instant, j’me suis inscrit au théâtre
C’est toujours moi qui fais le rôle de l’Arabe
Quand je s’rai grand, j’veux quitter où j’habite
Partir loin comme l’astronaute Thomas Pesquet

Est-ce qu’il nous voit sur l’image satellite
Quand on fait des doigts d’honneur à la cité ?
Courir pour rien devant les keufs, on a été à la bonne école
On n’a pas besoin de trop réfléchir (Ratatata)

Un rodéo en moto-cross, poursuivi par les RoboCops
On a entendu un bruit retentir
Ratatata, ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta
Il charge, il braque, puis, il tire

Ratatata, ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta
Il charge, il braque, puis, il tire
Comme y a des gens qui ne vieillissent jamais
Y a des enfants qu’ont jamais été enfants

Moi, quand je s’rai grand, j’veux pas mourir trop vite
Être au mauvais endroit au mauvais moment
J’ai pas choisi d’habiter dans la street
Ou de mourir en bas de mon bâtiment (Ratatata)

On a grandi que entre pauvres, dans un décor d’entrepôt
J’crois qu’ils auraient dû mieux nous répartir
Mon âme est morte avant mon corps
Embrasse chaleureus#ment la daronne

Dis-lui qu’son enfant s’est fait refroidir
Ratatata, ta-ta, ta-ta
Je pars, je pleure, je respire
Justice pour Nahel
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Ratata Lyrics – English Translation

When I am big, I want to be a circus trainer
Sit the lions and lift the public
When I am big, I would like to be Omar Sy
For the police, with me, to make selfies

For the moment, I am registered in the theater
It’s always me who makes the role of Arabic
When I get big, I want to leave where I live
Go far like the astronaut Thomas Pesquet

Does he see us on the satellite image
When do we do fingers of honor to the city?
Run for nothing in front of the keufs, we were at the right school
We don’t need to think too much (ratatata)

A motorcycle-cross -omed rodeo, chased by robocops
We heard a sound sound
Ratatata, ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta
He loads, he breaks, then he draws

Ratatata, ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta
He loads, he breaks, then he draws
As there are people who never age
There are children who have ever been children

Me, when I get big, I don’t want to die too fast
Be in the wrong place at the wrong time
I didn’t choose to live in Street
Or die at the bottom of my building (ratatata)

We grew up that between poor, in a warehouse setting
I agree that they should have distributed us better
My soul died before my body
Warmly kisses the daronne

Tell him that his child was cooled
Ratata, ta-ta, ta-ta
I leave, I cry, I breathe
Justice for Nahel
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Médine Lyrics – Ratata

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Release Year: 2022